Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 13: Beneath the mask of caution and madness lies...
The flames flickered and the roar was deafening.
Windows, door panels and relatively fragile walls were directly shattered by the shock wave.
As a result, Dr. Hood's body was also shattered.
Swart climbed on the side of the carriage, holding his hat with his hand. He looked at Goethe, then at the ruined house of Dr. Hood, and in his mind, he raised Goethe's danger level by one level again.
As a policeman, this sheriff has seen a lot of ruthless people because of the environment, even if they were the kind who neglected their duties.
However, this sheriff had never seen someone like Goethe before.
Be cautious and careful.
Not scary.
Many people can do this.
The scary thing is that when a person is cautious and careful, he is also a little reckless...crazy!
That’s right!
It's crazy!
Swart saw the scene clearly just now . Dr. Hood's body began to come alive only after the explosives were thrown in!
That is to say, before this, the house was normal.
But faced with such normality, Goethe blew it up without hesitation.
Just because of a little suspicion, it was destroyed without considering the consequences.
Even if it was later proved that Goethe was right.
But it still made Swart's hair stand on end.
Because, he almost subconsciously thought, what would happen if Goethe doubted him?
The sheriff shuddered involuntarily.
The result is self-evident.
Suddenly, the sheriff once again gave a flattering smile to Goethe who had stood up.
"What do we do next?"
It's completely a tone of asking for instructions.
“Follow your process.”
After saying this, Goethe got into the carriage, as if leaving everything to Swart.
"Call someone to seal off the scene."
Swart gave his orders to his men with ease.
The patrolman who witnessed everything had no intention of refutation at all.
Take action immediately.
The huge explosion also attracted the attention of residents in the tree-lined streets.
Compared to the lower class, most people living here are above the middle class.
They don't need to rush for three meals a day. Everyone has a stable income. Even if they are not as good as the rich and nobles, they are still much better than the lower class. Therefore, they have the energy to be curious about what happened.
Also dare to ask the police.
At this time, Swat came on the scene.
As two teams of patrol officers maintained order, Swart stood in front of a crowd of residents from the tree-lined upper block.
"I'm sorry to bother you all."
"According to our recent exploration, a gas explosion occurred."
"Unfortunately, Dr. Hood is at home..."
As he spoke, Swart took off his hat and placed it on his chest.
The residents around also looked sad and took off their hats.
"Dr. Hodder is a good man."
"I'm planning to have him become my personal doctor."
“I didn’t expect something so horrible to happen.”
People around whispered.
Some of them really felt uncomfortable.
And some?
It's just a hypocritical performance.
Swart would not expose this, he chose to agree with it.
After the curiosity of the residents was satisfied, Swart was ready to turn around and get on the carriage.
However, when he opened the car door, Swart was stunned.
Goethe was not in the carriage.
For some reason, the sheriff's heart tightened.
The next moment the sheriff leaned over to look under the carriage seat.
When he discovered that another box of explosives under the seat had been opened and a few sticks were missing, his face suddenly changed.
However, the sheriff soon returned to normal.
He spoke in a voice that only he could hear.
"The gas has exploded twice in a short period of time. It looks like the gas company needs to thoroughly inspect the entire Boulevard Street District! As a responsible police chief, I should supervise the entire process and... be impartial."
Thinking of something, a smile appeared on the sheriff's face.
Then, he began to feel inexplicably excited.
…
Farrow slowly walked down the stairs, holding onto the wall.
Every step he took made him feel as if his internal organs were churning and being stabbed by a knife.
However, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
He is too weak now.
So weak that not even a child could handle it.
Although the male owner of the house had been killed by him, the female owner who was out had not been killed - under normal circumstances, this naturally did not matter to him. If the other party came back, he would kill her. If she did not come back, he would consider her lucky.
But now?
If the other party suddenly comes back, he will be the one to be killed.
The explosion just now has attracted enough police officers.
Even if they are just a bunch of good-for-nothings, they can still be fatal at this time.
Thinking of the explosion just now, Farrow gnashed his teeth in anger.
The trap he set was flawless.
Even if Goethe had any doubts, he would come back to check Hood's body, and then he would control the corpse and suddenly give Hood a fatal blow.
But what he didn't expect was that Goethe never entered the house from beginning to end.
Not only did he not enter the house, but he also carried a box of explosives, lit it and threw it in.
Standing at the window and seeing this scene, he immediately took control of Dr. Hood's body and prepared to give it his all.
But it was too late.
As Dr. Hood's body was destroyed, he also suffered a severe backlash.
"You need to rest for at least two weeks!"
Farrow never imagined that after gaining extraordinary powers, he would be forced to this point by ordinary people.
"Just wait!"
"Wait till I recover!"
"I will make you live a life worse than death!"
Farrow thought to himself and opened the door.
Looking at the ordinary people and policemen gathered opposite and chattering, he sneered.
The bad nature of mortals!
Then, turn around and leave.
He was ready to return to his lair without a moment's delay.
Although he was extremely anxious, Farrow was unable to walk fast due to the backlash on his body. He could only move forward step by step, a bit like a staggering old man.
It took Faro five minutes to walk the hundred meters to the street entrance.
You can take a horse-drawn carriage here.
Farrow breathed a sigh of relief.
His current body is not suitable for exercise.
Farrow, who was already standing at the street corner, away from the police, relaxed his vigilance again.
He looked towards the end of the road, hoping that the stagecoach would appear soon.
He had no idea that a pair of eyes hiding in the dark were staring at him as soon as he left the house.
At this time, the muzzle of a gun was even exposed.
Being pointed at with a gun, even though he suffered backlash, Farrow was still aware of it.
Subconsciously, Farrow wanted to dodge, but his current body was simply unable to do that. He tried his best and could only twist half of his body, but this was enough for him to see clearly the man with the gun behind him!
"Goethe!"
Farrow looked horrified.
Goethe pulled the trigger without hesitation
Bang!
Bang bang bang bang!
Goethe's first shot hit Farrow in the chest.
Farrow fell directly to the ground.
Then, Goethe aimed at Farrow's head and started shooting again.
Five shots in a row!
Only when Faro's head was smashed to pieces did Goethe carefully walk out from the darkness.
At this moment, he held another revolver in his hand. As he moved forward, he aimed at Farrow's chest from both sides, one on the left and one on the right, and fired two more shots.
Then?
The ignited explosives, bundled in five pieces, fell precisely on Farrow.
